Her eyes burned with the wetness that streaked her cheeks. The night seemed darker for all the orange glow of the torch that her father held. There were others there, her family. Fenris, Thor, for once looking sober rather than drunk or hungover, Sif. Her brother.
Alex’s arm slipped around her waist and she leaned against him, needing what comfort he could offer her. How could she forget what she’d seen? Her mother’s body on the banks of the river, stained with blood. Her skirts half frozen in the winter cold. Sigyn had fought but it was still murder that had been done.
She’d never seen anyone look this tired since well, the tales that had been told of the conflict between their kin and the bloodsucking leeches. The First damned Bloodline that had brought her kind to their knees.
The torch touched the pile of bramble and wood that her mother’s body lay on and she turned away, pulling from Alex’s touch. It went without saying, she needed a moment or t